What makes this a great time line is that Peabody- Martini takes real people and then gives it a twist that sometimes make you want to say "Oh Yes, that makes sense" or laugh with the knowledge that certain people gets their (well deserved) comeuppance.

Now for the new C.O. of the SKA he should under go SKA training, but in doing so it should be unlike regular training where the goal is to weed candidates out, but with goal of having him understand what it takes to be a Hellcat and what they are capable of doing and how much they can endure to complete the mission.
 
What makes this a great time line is that Peabody- Martini takes real people and then gives it a twist that sometimes make you want to say "Oh Yes, that makes sense" or laugh with the knowledge that certain people gets their (well deserved) comeuppance.

Now for the new C.O. of the SKA he should under go SKA training, but in doing so it should be unlike regular training where the goal is to weed candidates out, but with goal of having him understand what it takes to be a Hellcat and what they are capable of doing and how much they can endure to complete the mission.

I disagree. I wrote that showing the CO going through a quickie "commander's class" of Para traininng followed by the next regular class of SKA training. The Paras would accept abbreviated jump school as long as he did the required jumps but the SKA would not accept anything less than the full course. I can't think of anythng that would compromise his ability to command as much.
 
I disagree. I wrote that showing the CO going through a quickie "commander's class" of Para traininng followed by the next regular class of SKA training. The Paras would accept abbreviated jump school as long as he did the required jumps but the SKA would not accept anything less than the full course. I can't think of anything that would compromise his ability to command as much.

Yep, he can't get any concessions to the SKA regimen or it'll wreck his troops respect. The only commanders of groups like these who get an exception are those with a proven history of badassery and a partial war disability to back it up. Seeing as how this CO doesn't have the latter, it's training time for him.
 
I disagree. I wrote that showing the CO going through a quickie "commander's class" of Para traininng followed by the next regular class of SKA training. The Paras would accept abbreviated jump school as long as he did the required jumps but the SKA would not accept anything less than the full course. I can't think of anythng that would compromise his ability to command as much.

The vast majority of military training is designed from basic training and boot camp to advanced training and beyond is to get as many people trained to do whatever the armed services need and not to wash them out.

Special warfare units such SAS, SEALs, Rangers, etc. are different by actively trying to eliminate any candidate for the slightest of reasons, that means a hundred men will test today but only three will something, something.

Apparently Walter Koch already has had airborne training and a good combat record with command and administrative experience.
As C.O. of the SKA his focus is going to be more on training and developing new tactics and equipment than going out on missions.

The SKA has not developed their own experienced officer cadre and so they have to go "outside the family" for senior leadership, so higher ranking officers going in to the SKA will get the same intensive training but instead of trying to be washed out, it will be more about getting them thru training.
 
I disagree. I wrote that showing the CO going through a quickie "commander's class" of Para traininng followed by the next regular class of SKA training. The Paras would accept abbreviated jump school as long as he did the required jumps but the SKA would not accept anything less than the full course. I can't think of anythng that would compromise his ability to command as much.

What exactly makes you think that he had not had Para training? He is being sent to take command of "the independent 28th Fallschirmjäger Regiment" which means that he is a Fallschirmjager officer, which means that he has had Para training. He was briefed by Emil Holz which implies that he was one of Holz's officers and even (or especially) in wartime you don't make Colonel in a combat outfit without some ability.

The only thing that he would not have is SKA training.
 
Now that Thorwald's KIA the Luftwaffe can hang a banner for him. The problem is how much of his activity can ever be revealed? Maybe a representation of his Olympic gold medal and a large rendition of the SKA collar tab.

Edit: I think the SKA should get out of the deep-behind-the-lines sniper missions. A regiment of infantry, a brigade of artillery and a bunch of Siberian trackers got THE SKA sniper team. Other teams are likely to fare worse.
 
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Part 31, Chapter 362
Chapter Three Hundred Sixty-Two


20th January 1944

Abwehr/SKA Camp, Judenbach

After three Hellish days Walter Koch felt like he’d been backed over by a lorry. He’d swiftly realized that if he was going to lead this Regiment he would need to do it by example and win them over. He just hadn’t realized what that would entail. The exercise regime practiced by the Regiment was brutal, designed to weed out the weak and the internal dynamics were insane. The personnel files were equally insane, full of redactions and references to operations that were stamped with the greatest secrecy.

The junior officers, led by Major von Mischner were doing their best to get Koch up to speed but that would take time. He’d thought he was in good shape and being an Oberst in the Fallschirmjäger Corps meant that he had nothing to prove. The 28th Regiment had proven both those things wrong. “I’m sorry, Sir” Staber Schafer had said, “We cannot give the patch to someone just for showing up, not even Officers.” Koch had been warned that this Regiment had its own way of doing things. The collar patch was seen as something that had to be earned and not even God could help anyone who violated that.

Koch was busy trying to figure out exactly what Thorwald had been up to been planning when the door opened and the aide stuck his head in. “Sir, Oberstlieutenant Gotthilf Zenner is here” He said.

“Who?” Koch asked.

“The new XO, Sir” The aide said. Koch had forgotten about that entirely.

Before the aide could say anything else he jumped out of the way as Zenner entered the office wearing an Alpenkorps uniform. Koch couldn’t begin to guess Zenner’s age but one of the medals he was wearing suggested that he’d been around since the Great War. He had clearly spent a lifetime in the field and looked like he was tough as nails. He was also wearing a marksman’s badge. This was to be Thorwald’s replacement in the training of Fallschirmjäger and Heer snipers.

Then Koch saw Major von Mischner walk into the outer office. Like the rest of the Regiment she would be curious about the new XO. Unlike the others she was in a position to make that happen. As he watched there was a nod of acknowledgement between them. Two apex predators recognizing each other, Koch thought to himself.

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Kat made her way but from the Administration building to her hut. There had been an impromptu meeting with the new CO, XO and herself on the shape of things to come with the Regiment but the whole time Kat had been aware that the presence of Zenner meant that Thorwald truly was gone forever. One more thing to talk to Doctor Holz about the next time she saw him. The new XO at least seemed to understand this outfit.

As Kat opened the door she saw that there was the usual assortment of letters. There was one from Maria, she said that Gianna was working out well in Kat’s old afterschool job and was avoiding the tendency of Kat to become the story. There were a couple from Helene and Gerta asking when she was going to be coming home.

Finally, there was a lumpy Manilla envelope that was postmarked from Washington State from Nancy Jensen. Inside Kat found a dark blue knitted wool scarf and a couple letters. The first letter was a form letter that had detailed what the Jensen family had been up to during the prior year. It seemed like the sort of things that families did everywhere, work and school on the conveyer belt of life. What surprised Kat was that Nancy, under the influence of “that German girl” had decided to apply to the University of Washington next year. Nancy hadn’t seen fit to mention that in her letters to Kat. Then there was the was the letter from Nancy. Nancy had made the scarf that she’d sent and hoped it was something that Kat could use as a Christmas present. It had arrived a bit late but that was fine. Kat would have to include a "thank you" for it in her next letter.


8000 meters over Poland

Lenz was listening to the radio as he was vectored towards the radar contact. The voice of the controller was a calm woman’s voice. It was said that she was a General’s daughter but her response had always been that she was fat, lived with a dozen cats and was no one in particular. Joachim had said that the truth was even more frightening. She was one of the three young women who were called the three furies by the press. Go out with her and you would get the other two who were reputed to be different grades of crazy.

JG-1 had finally been declared combat ready but they were forbidden from flying over Russian controlled territory. As if basing them outside Warsaw didn’t already make sure that they didn’t have the range to go anywhere near the front lines much less over enemy territory. Instead they were defending the Polish Capital from raids like this one. There was also more than a whiff of politics surrounding the decision to station them there.

Everyone in the entire wing was wondering where the Russians were finding the fuel to do this. The Russians would wait until just after dark, then fast twin engine bombers would race for a target and be back across the lines before they could be successfully intercepted. Tonight, things would not go as planned.

In the fading light of the winter day Lenz spotted the outline of the Russian bombers and gunned the throttle. While the airplane’s jet turbine engine might not be quite as fast to respond as a piston engine, having to spool up or down, at full throttle it made anything else look like it was standing still.

If the Russians saw him coming he couldn’t tell, Lenz put a short burst of 30mm shells into the trailing bomber that disintegrated into flaming wreckage. He pulled away from the bombers but could hear the sounds over the radio as other three planes started their attack runs. It was going to be a bad evening to be in the air over Poland if you didn’t belong.
 
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Nice piece here. Taking command of Thorwald's outfit would be a challenge for Thor himself!

Good to see Kat interacting with the Washington family. Correspondences like this, multiplied by a lot, can help build bridges between the USA and Germany.

I see all those new transfers to Siberia have sped up oil extraction.

"Comrade, you are fat. You have a choice: FIND oil, or you and your family will be rendered down into oil!"
 
Then Koch saw Major von Mischner walk into the outer office. Like the rest of the Regiment she would be curious about the new XO. Unlike the others she was in a position to make that happen. As he watched there was a nod of acknowledgement between them. Two apex predators recognizing each other, Koch thought to himself.

Giggle. Wonderful metaphor, that.
 
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Now we enter the jet age.

If the Soviets are getting their oil from Siberia, are they selling or trading with Japan?
It is in both their best interests to tie Germany and the Allies down on two fronts.

As for the United States, I don't know if they will enter the war but post war US corporations will take the money they made off from this war and go on an overseas buying spree, trying to take over as many cash strapped companies as they can.
I could see Boeing, Lockheed and other US aircraft companies try to get a piece of the German aircraft sector just so they can get a jump on their rivals with the new jet technology.
And if they can't buy into the companies, they will throw large sums of money at the engineers to come to America and work for them.

Maybe Harry Truman will run for the Democratic Presidential nomination in 1944 using the "Bradley Report" as his platform of reform.
As a Border State senator, he is acceptable to the south, and with his start in politics with the Prendergast Machine he is acceptable to the big city machines in the north.
 
I wonder how many different spy organisations are reading the mail between Kat and Nancy. It is a godsend gift to keep a tab on Kat. Letter copied, on duty, bla bla. OK everyting is right, no indication something is in the works. Letter copied, sorry will be away in the next months, so expect delay in replies. Oh Shit!!!!, The Kat is on the prowl, what is going on, who is the target, drop everything else and start looking what has the germans on move ......
 
I wonder how many different spy organisations are reading the mail between Kat and Nancy. It is a godsend gift to keep a tab on Kat. Letter copied, on duty, bla bla. OK everyting is right, no indication something is in the works. Letter copied, sorry will be away in the next months, so expect delay in replies. Oh Shit!!!!, The Kat is on the prowl, what is going on, who is the target, drop everything else and start looking what has the germans on move ......

A fair thought, that. Nothing major in the letters, but clues to the attentive
 
I wonder how many different spy organisations are reading the mail between Kat and Nancy. It is a godsend gift to keep a tab on Kat. Letter copied, on duty, bla bla. OK everyting is right, no indication something is in the works. Letter copied, sorry will be away in the next months, so expect delay in replies. Oh Shit!!!!, The Kat is on the prowl, what is going on, who is the target, drop everything else and start looking what has the germans on move ......

So--a chance to insert some disinformation, simply by Kat delaying a letter or two...
 
Great work as always Peabody.

I would love to hear an update with regards to the younger Schultz daughter... I believe she was pursuing music?
 
Part 31, Chapter 363
Chapter Three Hundred Sixty-Three


22nd January 1944

Berlin

Sarah Schmidt-Reise was in a curious position. She was playing her violin but not with the Berlin Philharmonic. Instead she was playing in this cobbled together project of Django Reinhardt that actually included many of the players from the Philharmonic that was the most controversial of his career. The Gipsy Band Leader had been approached by Feodora of Saxe-Meiningen, the Mad Duchess, and the two of them had somehow come up with a brilliant idea that was both uniquely German and shockingly scandalous at the same time. Feodora herself had watched some of the rehearsals and when Sarah had asked her about it had said that music that stagnates eventually dies.

The Reinhardt Orchestra, in its only public appearance to date was performing Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen over four nights in the style of Berlin Jazz. It was said by critics that all the power needs of Germany could be met if a way could be found to harness Richard Wagner spinning in his grave. Naturally they had performed before a packed house on the first three nights with the performance broadcast over State radio throughout the Empire. It was estimated that their audience was in the millions. The highlight so far had been during the Ride of the Valkyries when the “Valkyries” in question had blasted across the stage on motorcycles. The audience had not been expecting that.

The horn section was completing their warm up. Sarah did a last check to make sure her violin was in tune. Django was resuming his place behind the conductor’s podium, while he would have been more comfortable in the pit with his guitar that instrument lacked the power when compared to a full orchestra. So, Django had taken on an unfamiliar role but had done good enough so far, he was helped by having many gifted musicians working with him.

Tonight, they would be playing Götterdämmerung, the Twilight of the Gods. Even if it wasn’t great it would most certainly be memorable…


Fullerton, California

Leo had kept the radio repair business going while he worked towards getting his business of making Hawaiian style guitars going. For some reason, he had an unusual amount of work this week. Several customers had brought radios in complaining that strange noises were coming out of them. There were several different brands of radios and they all seemed to be in working order. Leo had already discovered that all the radios were tuned to the same local news and weather station.

Right at 3PM on the dot, the strange noises started and it was coming from more than one of the radios. Warbles, chirps and other random noises. After a few minutes, it stopped. Leo could tell his customers that there was nothing wrong with their radios, it was interference of some kind but it was unlike anything that Leo had ever heard before. Later things took a strange turn when he talked to the police who had said that they had already notified the Feds regarding the strange transmissions. Leo had also been informed that it was nothing to be concerned with.


23rd January 1944

Near Voronezh, Russia

Jack had gotten promoted to Captaen, his reward for walking halfway across Russia during the wintertime and keeping his Platoon in line. They had taken their place on the front line just east of Voronezh. It being Sunday the Company was clamoring for the comforting rituals of Catholicism as the Regiment’s Chaplin came around. Jack just watched, most of the Irish soldiers were to a man thieves, liars and murders but since this war had gotten the official stamp of Rome on it their attitude had changed. This tenure in the bleak Russian winter was a chance for redemption for them.

“Captaen Kennedy” The Priest said in greeting as he packed up to leave, “A bit of a cold one today, isn’t it?”

“Yes” Jack replied as the Priest walked happily to the car. Happy to get out of the cold, Jack thought to himself.

The whole front had quieted down as both sides prepared for their next move. The taking of Voronezh and linking up with Army Group Center had concluded the Winter Offensive ahead of schedule, the original time table had expected heavier resistance with the expectation of reaching this point in mid-February. A couple of months from now the infamous season of mud would start and all movement would grind to a halt. Whatever the Generals were planning on doing between now and then Jack figured that he was bound to be right in the middle of it.


Jena, Germany

Peter woke up to knock on his apartment door. He had dozed off while working on his long-term projects, the material was extremely dry and if Peter wanted to sleep in the chair of his home office that was his business. The fact that it left a crick in his neck meant that he ought to know better but there were times when being sensible took too much effort. When he opened the door, whoever had knocked was already gone but they had left an envelope on the step.

Opening it he saw a handwritten note and a yellowed newspaper page.

Perhaps it would be nice Doctor Holz if one of your patients was honest about who and what they really are. That was all the note said.

The newspaper page was from October of 1934 and detailed a gruesome accident where a man was pulled under the wheels of a commuter train. The man in question was a petty criminal and Police were treating his death as suspicious. Peter got the impression that the Police were not exactly putting too much effort into the investigation. The location and timing suggested some ugly things indeed.
 
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What an interesting update, and for Feodora to be sponsoring a unique concert.

The radio issues are quite the teaser, as is the blurb about Kat's past on the rails.
 
I see you've managed to work Leo Fender into the storyline. As a longtime guitar player (38 years and counting, with some of that time spent playing lead guitar in bands) I find it a cool development (especially since one of my electric guitars is a Fender Telecaster). So far he's following OTL, but I wonder if he might not end up making spanish style (what Joe and Jane public typcially consider to be a guitar) electric guitars earlier, instead of waiting until 1949, like he did in OTL, when he created the Esquire prototype.
 
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Fullerton, California

Leo had kept the radio repair business going while he worked towards getting his business of making Hawaiian style guitars going. For some reason, he had an unusual amount of work this week. Several customers had brought radios in complaining that strange noises were coming out of them. There were several different brands of radios and they all seemed to be in working order. Leo had already discovered that all the radios were tuned to the same local news and weather station.

Right at 3PM on the dot, the strange noises started and it was coming from more than one of the radios. Warbles, chirps and other random noises. After a few minutes, it stopped. Leo could tell his customers that there was nothing wrong with their radios, it was interference of some kind but it was unlike anything that Leo had ever heard before. Later things took a strange turn when he talked to the police who had said that they had already notified the Feds regarding the strange transmissions. Leo had also been informed that it was nothing to be concerned with.

At first I thought it might be Russians targeting the Jensen family, then I used Google maps and found that Puyallup is a long way from Fullerton. Maybe it's some unshielded electrical equipment or maybe it's Japanese spies (like the signals Lucille Ball asserted that she picked up from her fillings. Yes, really) The Snopes writeup is here
 
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